Pairing: Reader x Racer!Hoseok
Warnings: mild descriptions of injury(cuts/grazes), Smut (unprotected sex, oral (reader giving))
Words: 3.3k (I got a bit carried away with this)
Summary: You are a paramedic assigned to the racetrack. When Hoseok gets hurt you look after him. You find that he isn’t like the other racers, and he finds something intriguing about the angel that rescued him.
Hoseok was racing round the track. He had a comfortable lead, navigating the course with ease. He was efficient, taking the inside line on the corners and even pulling some stunts on some of the jumps for the thrill of the spectators.
You watched from the raised platform at the start line. You were on standby, in case there was an accident, which was the case more often than not at these sorts of events.
It was a regular occurrence, with that many bikes on a small course, there was usually a collision, or at the very least a spun out racer lying in the dirt by then end of the night.
You were almost fed up with the amount of broken bones you had to deal with whenever you were here. The injuries didn’t bother you. You’d be a terrible paramedic if that were the case.
What did bother you however, were the arrogant racers that don’t take what you say seriously when you explain that they can’t race for at least a few months.
Or worse the ones that made a stupid sexual comment when you said you would have to cut their clothes off to get to their injuries. You were just waiting for the time when you wouldn’t be assigned to the race track anymore and moved on to something better.
You watched mindlessly as they kept circling the track. Your gaze was stuck on the racer in first. He was in a league of his own, his competition a good couple of seconds behind him. He was sure to win.
Also there wasn’t much of the race left so you would probably get off with a stress free evening considering nothing had happened.
You heard the bang from where you stood on the opposite side of the arena. The next thing you knew the racer in first was swerving from the track. You could see him fighting for control as his bike headed towards the stadium wall, but he was going too fast.
“Jump off” you muttered to yourself praying that the racer had the mind to do so before hitting the wall. A collision at that speed would be fatal. If he threw himself from the bike he may get away with a few mild injuries.
Thankfully you saw him throw himself from his bike, rolling on the floor as the bike crashes.
You spring into action. Grabbing your helmet and jumping over the fence onto your quad bike. You quickly drive over to the crash. You move quickly but a at a safe pace, you’d be no use to anyone if you crashed as well.
You pull up a few feet away from the body on the floor.
He was crumpled on the ground. You could hear his groans of pain through his helmet. At least you knew he was breathing.
You kneel down next to him, carefully removing his helmet.
He squinted his eyes as his helmet was removed, the light of the stadium hitting him. His eyes focused on the woman in front of him. She was wearing a paramedic’s uniform. He couldn’t help but admire her. He was a little dazed and the lights overhead made it look like she was glowing, an angel come to rescue him.